On My Knees at the stag party - Sex Stories

On My Knees at the stag party

... sighed. &#034Well, I'll just have to watch them some other time.&#034 Jack said, &#034Oh! No, no, have a seat. You're still wobbly. I'll put on the movies again, not like I can ever get enough of blondes.&#034 He winked at me and put the film in. He was right, I was still kind of wobbly. Paul, meanwhile, grinned, and sat back on the couch. We all started watching the movies. This is where it got weird. Now, I don't know if you've ever seen Seka give a blowjob, but this orgy movie from the 60s/70s era was something else. It opened with many girls getting screwed by many guys, and there was one scene of a brunette on her knees in front of this guy who ended up fucking into her mouth. I was getting soaked at this point, and when a long, drawn-out scene of Seka blowing a guy came on, I was well into the *screaming* hornies. I was absolutely fascinated by how well she was bobbing up and down on a cock, and when the guy shot his load all over her face and mouth, I let out a small moan. I didn't even really realize I had made a noise, until I glanced over at Jack and saw him staring at me. Both he *and* Paul had their cocks out, and were stroking them. I looked at Jack, then I looked down at his delicious looking cock...and then Jack just stared at me. He said, &#034Don't worry if you want to get off, too. We won't mind.&#034 I glanced at Paul, and he was just watching the movie, stroking his cock, not taking his eyes off it or looking at me. I was shy, but after Jack changed the ...

... movie into another incredible orgy scene, I found myself wanting to reach down my jeans and finger my (very swollen!) clit. I didn't, though. I was too shy. Paul didn't even *look* at me, but Jack was watching me more than the movie, or at least I thought so. I was too busy watching women suck and fuck guys. The combination of the familiar surroundings, and the alcohol, was making it pretty hard for me to say 'no'. By the third movie, I would have fucked a yak. I gave up trying to fight it, and had put my hand down the front of my unzipped jeans. I was a puddle of hot, velvety wetness. All those movies and the sight of these two guys stroking off nearby had gotten me incredibly wet. My thighs spread apart immediately, and I sagged back against the couchback, fingering myself, fast and furious. I just wanted to cum at that point. But I couldn't latch onto that fast dive into orgasm. It seemed that no matter how good it felt, I just wasn't getting near to cumming. I think it was because I felt Jack watching me, intently. I was still kind of shy at 19. I closed my eyes briefly and tried to concentrate. That's when I felt something brush against my cheek. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was my married friend Paul staring at me, mouth slightly open. In fact, he was staring at me and Jack, because Jack had come over and his cock was brushing against my cheek, and leaving wet, sticky trails of pre-cum. Jack said, &#034How about we have a little fun...I bet we both come ...